The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-21

shriyel up and die before his melancholy
gaze, and the would-be rdconteur would
sneak away from his pitying eyes like
criminal.
The head waiter of great Chicago hotel,
with whom Senators fraternize, and to
whom even the hotel clerks nod, once APP
preached the comedian at breakfast with
this remark:
Mr.. Raymond, I've got a little joke to
tell you"
Fire away, Judge, but time is precious.
Make it one act"
well, Mr.. Raymond, why are your
clothes like you!"
Brother Bones, give it up"
"Because-ha, ha, ha!-because they're
Jaunty raimentl Seef"
A panied expression crept over the come
dams face.
But my raiment isn't jaunty," he re-
piled; plain frock coat, trousers, plain
check necktien
But, Mr.. Raymond" expostulated the
unhappy head waiter, ''it's joke"
but it isn't the trnth," said the come
dian solemnly, land that's what cuts me-
Now, how can you call my raiment jauntyl
Plain coat, plain trousers
But the monarch of the dining-room had
fled.
Raymond was not an easy man to act
with, and it is marvel that his plays were
presented as well as they were. Once let
hlm master his own part and feel easy in it,
and the rest of the company knew no peace
HIS wild penchant for fun dominated every
thing. Had any of the actors to deliver &
dramatic or pathetic speech, Raymond, if on
the stage, would endeavor by grimace and
soto voce remarks to ''break them up"
even at the risk of marring the scene.
tie often had odd fish for jurymen in
"Col. Sellers" One night in Texas the jury
OF "supels" had been allowed to witness the
play up to the point where the last act
begins. They were then summoned upon
the stage to serve. As the curtain rose the
district attorney began his address to the
jury, and just as he was growing eloquent
In denouncing the prisoner, Laura Hawkins,
for the murder of Col Shelby, tall, gaunt
Juryman arose unsteadily from his seat in
The jury box, and shaking his fist in the dis
trlct attorneys face exclaimed in voice
that trembled with emotion and ''tangle-
foot"
Yes, she did shoot him And she served
him id well right l was down in them
front seats and | seed it ALL"
The uproar that arose tore the remainder
OF the performance to tatters, and Ray
mond, like Mrs. Todgers Bailey, Jr., lied
the laughter and enjoyed the converse
ton"
lie looked much smaller when on the
street than when on the stage; had s!oping
shoulders, thin figure, always nattily
attired, and possessed a nervous tempera-
nlent which forbade the accumulation of
flesh. During the Beecher-T ilton trial the
carriage of Alice Dunning Lingard, the
actress, drew up in front of a fashionable
Broadway shop, and as the lady was about
to alight little man, with his hat in his
hand and a beaming smile on his face,
rushed up and seized her ,hand, exclaimiEg
in voice which drew mob Immediately:
"Whv, Mrs. Tilton, how do you do?
How's Mr.. Beecherg"
OF course it was Raymond, and as the
crowd recognized him its component parts
grinned and departed, while the offending
comedian had no occasion to MARBLE "Alice,
Where Art Thoum for the next ten
minutes.
Fresh in the memory are many of his
witticisms, notably that in which he re-
ferred to a circus Hercules as "a fellow of
infinite chest,n and his declaration that the
English idea of humor they did not take
kindly to the play of Col Sellers'0 was
having man "fall downstairs with tray
of dishes"
He was proud of his wife, of his boy, of
his profession. He loved life ardently, and
his grievous and sudden taking off possesses
in this knowledge double sadness. Seldom
had man more friends or fewer enemies.
The stage has lost a bright ornament, the
public genial benefactor.
EDWARD E. KIDDER.